Part 2

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Dream took a deep breathe before knocking gently on his brothers door, "N-Night? A-are you a-awake...?" he called opening the door slightly. His brother glanced at him from the window, a book held tightly in his hand. "What do YOU want?" he asked coldly. "C-can... Can I sleep here tonight?" he asked stuttering, his entire body felt as though it was on fire, he was hurting because of the people he thought were his friends. "No." came his brothers response, laced with venom. Dream couldn't help but flinch at the cold tone as recalled how distant his brother had become over the past few months. "B-but-" "I SAID NO DREAM! NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM!" Nightmare cut him off. Dream stumbled back in surprise, his brother never shouted at him.

He turn and ran as fast as he could, halfway to his room a strong flare of pain shot up his legs, he stopped running and ended up limping up the stairs instead, leaning heavily on the rails for support. As soon as he entered his room, he collapsed, he know longer had the energy to hold himself up. He sobbed quietly into his hand, hoping to muffle the noise. His brother had become so distant lately, it had come to the point that Night no longer acknowledged his existence, and when he did, it was always to tell him off for doing something wrong. And when he finally knew the reason, he went to go confront his so called 'friends,' but instead of convincing them to leave Night alone, he ended up losing something he was never going to get back...

Dream woke up with a start, his eyes scanned the room for any form of danger, when he worked out he was safe, he placed a hand over his soul in an attempt to calm the beating organ. His breathing was shallow and uneven as he began to sob into his hands, as he had done many times over the years. He felt scared as the familiar feeling began to consume him, a feeling of darkness and hate, the feeling that told him no one cared. It was one of the reasons he was so afraid of Shattered at first, believing that the feeling was coming was coming from him, but it wasn't. It was coming from Dream. And that thought scared him. His eyes once again scanned the room, searching for some sort of blade that his friends had missed, something sharp he could drag across his arm, a way to control the pain, a way to punish himself.

A soft knock at the door startled him out of his thoughts, he glanced up at the door, "C-come in..." he managed to call out. The door opened just enough for Dream to see who it was, he smiled softly, "Hey Blue..." he said, "Are y-you okay?" Dream asked as he could sense the strong amount of guilt flowing off of his friend/rival, which had some how gotten worse due to the mood swings, "I'm fine." Blue responded, "No your not-" "Nether are you" it was quiet for a bit, "You went to bed early again..." Blue started of uncertainly, "I know." Dream stated turning away from his friend, "You missed dinner... Again" Blue continued taking a step forward, "I know." Dream stated once again. He then froze for a second as he felt two strong arms wrap around him, "We really miss you..." he heard Blue mumble into his shoulder, Dream smiled, 'Oh look the bitch is back!' he heard Shattered say, Dream immediately went to defend his friend, "Shattered..." he whispered, a few seconds later he heard Blue cry out, "Yanberry!" Dream couldn't help but laugh, he turned a saw his friend pouting at whatever the voice in his head had said about them.

Blue then glanced up, locking eyes with Dream before the two started giggling to themselves. Dream then fell back on his pillows, Blue laid down next to him, smiling up at the glow in the dark stars Ink had painted on his ceiling. He noticed Blue staring at him, "What?" he asked, "Nothing, it just, it's been a while since I've heard you laugh..." he whispered snuggling up to Dreams side. Dream thought for a moment before wrapping his arms around his (Very smol) friend. "I know... I'm sorry..."



Just before falling asleep he made a mental note to add Blues name to the notebook, his first reason.

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